Voice; un: darkSlayer

[kowase]

WHO: Vergil Vittore and You
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: BACKDATED to 4/3, before the metaverse stuff starts.
WHAT: Vergil giving a polite ask to bring him things but also stop bothering him
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed.

[ A voice yet unfamiliar to those on the Libra App will cut in at some point in the late evening, the sound of a throat being cleared, making sure his voice would be properly audible when he gets his message out on this... Libra App. Thing. ]

I hope your evening finds you well. For those who do not recognise me, by either the picture that this strange app has seen fit to take of me, or my voice, my name is Vergil Vittore. Mr. Vittore, for those who aren't well aquainted with me, please.

I am the owner and runner of Auguries of Innocence down within Shopping Street. Many of you may recognise the shop, newly opened about two, perhaps three weeks ago as a place to buy and sell magical or non-magical artifacts of interest--usually my interest, at this point, but I digress.

I am aware of the plight that has happened to the city in recent with this App--it is part of the reason I have sought not to use it thus far, and half because I've been too busy for something like social interaction over social media while I established my shop in this city.

But, to the point.

1. Stop coming into my shop and asking to borrow, buy, or rent my rare weaponry or defensive items for your own needs. As the sign says, these items are antiques or for display only, and I'm very exasperated at this point at many beings' attempts to come and try to curry something rare off me with the argument of 'but I need it.' You do not. It is mine.

2. No, I will not be joining anyone in your odd foray into the unknown dangers of whatever it is that plights this city. Yes, it does concern me and yes, I am aware that it affects me too. However, I am a collector, not a fighter. So I'm not willing to risk my very mortal life for some act of heroism just because I have an arsenal of interesting weaponry at my disposal.

And 3. , I suppose, I will take this time to mention that yes, if you have any items of interest, you may indeed bring them to my shop and I will appraise them either for your own interest or, perhaps if I'm interested in buying them. I likewise buy old books and paintings, so I'm in the market for those as well--once again, so long as it interests me.

That is all.

Goodluck with your forays, and stop bothering me. And have a good evening.

Comments

[kowase]

[ one day he'll learn. he doesn't even realise he has the demonic ability to regenerate yet, so. ]

Yes.
I graduated with a few university degrees where my focus was on ancient history, as well as folklore. My interests heavily lie in classics and ancient old stories, and weapons are often a foil of some of the greatest stories.
A relic to go into battle with, an arm in which carries the hero--or the villain--through their journey.

A story of a warrior cannot be told without a weapon that sits at their side, and often is made greater by the tool which they use to carve their future.

Beowulf and his Hrunting. King Arthur and his Excalibur.
Durendal, the sword of Roland, Maeda Toshiie's Odenta.

I could go on.

[ listen, there's
definitely no connection to why he collects weapons at all
none ]

[sassery]

[Holy shit.

His father is a fucking NERD.

Not that he didn't realize, but STILL.

Nox listens to all of this and can't help the grin that forms on his face. He's tempted to drop a specific name that Vergil would know- but there's enough going on right now that it's better to wait it out, he thinks.

So instead, Vergil gets to suffer with this:]

I never got to see a lot of those up close, but you definitely know your shit. Unfortunately, the only name I really know well is the one attached to my own sword, so.

[No, absolutely none. None at all.]

[kowase]

[ an ENORMOUS nerd. he fucking hyperfixated hard on his interests and used his fortune to pursue it to this point and he's living it. ]

I do not have any great relics like those myself, as most of them currently are in museums. But my own collection are still those of weapons that are from great battles or from extraordinary men and women in history. Or made by craftsmen who were well known in their time for being the greatest who lived.

I am interested in the name of your blade, however. Usually, battle-ready weapons aren't of my interest, but...

[sassery]

[Can't believe this man is related to him in a past life tbh. Smh.

Still, he does know some history, and lore was interesting enough in that some names do stick out to him as something to remember.]

Yeah, most of those are where I see them. Wasn't Masamune another sort in those legends?

[Still, Nox clicks his tongue with interest at that, and you can practically see his pride over the network, let alone hear it.]

Her name's Red Queen. [Yes, her.] She's a custom-made durandal from my home in my past life, complete with fuel and a combustion engine attached. Twist the handle properly and she lights up like a bonfire and hits like a truck.

[Ah. There's the nerdery. Right there. Fucking dork.]

[kowase]

Masamune has a few tales in history, in actuality. That of being a blacksmith who made many fine blades himself, as well as being the name of many blades that were owned by great samurai back in those days. Most often when people hear 'Masamune,' they're thinking of the Honjō Masamune, a great blade that was passed down through many Edo shogun before being laid to rest in the museum it currently resides in, in Tokyo.

[ please don't get him talking the man will never shut the fuck up.

But anyhow, there's an... uptick in his voice as he goes from history nerd to collector, and... his tone changes. ]

...A blade with a combustion engine. That sounds... frankly, insane, and very impractical.
However, if you have memory of using it often, perhaps my own thought on the matter simply needs perspective.

...

I would like to see it.

[sassery]

[Nox makes a mental note, as he listens, to basically speak about normal things because this is sorely reminding him of Nico and how she'd never shut the fuck up about how her stuff was a "work of art." God he misses her.

Oh, that change in tone is definitely different, and Nox just grins widely on his end.]

Tell you what– since everything's gone to shit, I'll bring her over sometime after things decide to stop exploding. [Christ, he can't believe he's actually... somehow turned this around and Vergil wants to at least be in the same room with him? Granted, it's to see Red Queen and Nox can't blame him, but it's a start.]

Any specific time in mind? Or uh, shit, any time that doesn't work for you?

[kowase]

[ no please talk to him he loves to talk about his very niche interests it doesnt matter if youre an annoying prat who sent him MEMES he's already forgotten because the talk of swords is far more important.

he'll pause however, thinking about what Nox had said. ]

Right, your 'peach' issue. You are involved in that too, I would suppose. If you can fight, I suppose it is your right to go and try to be a hero. Just do not go and get yourself killed, fool.

[ but that aside. ]

My shop is open Tuesday through Sunday. 8 to 5 sharp, no earlier, no later.
You can come any time during business hours. I cannot promise I will be home any time after that.

[sassery]

[Vergil will get a ton of time to nerd over swords with Nox, the guy built this sword himself in his past life and he remembers all of what he did. Still, he's getting shitposted at in person this time.]

Pretty much. I don't try to be a hero, I just do what I feel is right, y'know? And noted.

[He could say that Vergil doesn't need to worry, but there's already a lot going on right now and Nox does not nearly have enough spoons for this.]

8-5, you'll probably see me on a weekend, since work takes up most of my weekdays. But I'll probably drop by once shit's settled. Trust me, you'll know when I'm there, I'm kinda hard to miss.

[Considering the size of his sword, the silver hair, and how loud he can be- well. Vergil's in for a time.]

[kowase]

...Until then, Nox.

Try not to die from whatever nonsense the city is flying into in the next coming days.

It'd be a pity to miss out on seeing this Durandal of yours because you went in half-cocked.